There was an eeriness to the work as soon as I reached the stairwell to enter the space. The dance was set in a white room with white rows of seats. A fluffy white carpet was set as a stage for four female naked dancers including one who was slightly to the side waving a white panel as a fan for her collaborators. This image was of a startling beauty on its own. “April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.” -T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land Inspired by this poem by T.S. Eliot, Melinda Ring managed to create a mood of winter waste land in Forgetful Snow, which is part of a triptych. Without music, décor, or anything extravagant, and movement that was mostly quiet, the small sparks of gestures and feverish jumps drew our attention to the most minute noises: a scratch, skin rubbing, and the sound of feet landing on the carpet. Sharp lines devolved into anxious and fast skips which built up into risky balances. It seemed as though […]
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